#malgatillo

[thatonesakudere]

@badtrigger

How fitting; like Icarus who flew too close to the sun, she too is paying for her own hubris with fire and blood. For a couple of seconds, Mayu's world is reduced to nothing but pain — blossoming like a rose amidst the desert of her body. The oddly-blissful moment (so simple in its agony, with no thoughts and one, singular sensation) quickly passes, leaving her with all the associated luggage; emotions and, more importantly, memories.

Fuck.

It's not her first nor even seventh accident, but it IS the worst one yet — partly because she really fucking pushed (broke) the speed capacity this time, and partly because she wasn't alone when it happened.

The corpo doesn't feel a sliver of guilt. Vaas knew what he was getting into, nay, he encouraged it whenever she chose reckless abandon over safety. Still, that doesn't mean she's pleased with this outcome; furious with herself for not being doing better.

Not all miseries are made to be shared in a company. Nobody should bear witness to her failures.

Staring at the corpse of her motorbike — a funeral pyre against the night's sky, how poetic — Mayu shuffles closer to the crumpled form of the pirata and carefully nudges him with her boot, ignoring the piercing throb in her thigh.

"You alive? Or should I make use of those lovely flames, mm? Cremate your corpse for the cheap fucking price of zero eddies." a morbid joke seems appropriate, as neither of them is the type to snivel and cry.

#[♡mayu♡] #[♡au: cp2077♡] #malgatillo #badtrigger #//omg mayu being nice??? 😳

[cyberpawn-arc]

Headcanon + stimulation and overstimulation (in regards to their autism)

Send me a word plus 'Headcanon' and I'll give a headcanon based on that word.

Ever since Vale was a kid, they've needed constant stimulation in one form or another. Luckily, Night City is full of that! Vale does a lot of moving around! So that can include rocking, moving their hands, hopping, and also havin a restless leg as well. They love chewing on stuff for stimulation as well, this can range from necklaces specifically for them to chew on, the collar of their shirt, their bullet necklace, and if they have nothing else, they may bite down on the back of their hand/wrist. A favorite form of stimulation for them is music!! Even as a kid, they had a MAJOR preference for rock music and would get very stressed if they didn't hear one of the like, three (3) musicians they liked. (this is actually still pretty true for nowadays too! new music occasionally makes them go >:c )

And this goes into the overstimulation as well! The Totentanz makes Vale want to scream! The very very loud heavy metal combined with flashing lights and the fact the ground shakes under them makes them also want to scream and launch themself into a wall. When Vale is overstimulated (primarily due to loud sounds, very very flashing strobe lights, and situations their brain deems inescapable) they will quickly decline from talkative and goofy to outspoken and angry and then CRASH REAL BAD into a meltdown which includes lots of crying and it burns out into a shutdown. When Vale shuts down, this post has a lot of their coping mechanisms! If Vale is unable to use those mechanisms, Vale will still shutdown and not talk at all. And it's not fun, because trying to force them to talk just makes them feel worse.

#badtrigger #malgatillo #I LOVE VALE!!!

[streetknown-a]

malgatillo asked: she's a 10 but she's illiterate

“at least i have a fuckin’ personality, unlike you. don’t need to be able to read or write to have a good time and be somethin’ besides a brick wall.” boom, roasted. she feels bad though, so she sneaks onto her tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

#malgatillo

[streetknown-moved]

@malgatillo​ asked: Vera is no Amendiares, but if you ask Santiago, she's definitely earned herself a comfortable position among Night City's best fixers. She applies her knowledge of the streets well and her clientele are happy. Usually. Vera's bodyguard isn't so used to muscling people back, but that's exactly what he has to do when an angry mercenary tries storming past him to get at the fixer. The guy is yelling about a job going south, that she'd known it would, and that he's out fifteen grand. It reminds Santiago of his late brother. He looks back at Vera in anticipation of her instruction of what to do with him.

Though Vera has been doing mercenary work for a whole decade and some, she hasn’t been a fixer for even a year. It’s different from being a merc but also so similar because Vera knows everything about the streets, everything about any kind of job that could be given to a merc. She knows what’s realistic and what’s not, knows when a job has a chance of going bad, knows who’s just bark and who’s actually the shit. Unfortunately, most people who come to her aren’t all they claim to be. Her expectations and demands have gotten higher since she’s started, so she’s actually surprised that this one failed to finish the job and has come to the insane conclusion that Vera set him up. Yeah, Vera has set mercs up in the past before for her own benefit, but this isn’t one of those times. She’d be offended if she wasn’t so annoyed at his audacity to try and attack her. 

“You know what I fuckin’ hate?” She gives a kind look to Santiago in gratitude, pressing her weight down onto her skull-topped cane to stand up. “Gonks like you makin’ assumptions. Gave you a simple job. You should’ve been able to get it done easy. Don’t think I have any need for you if you can’t handle something so fucking simple.” Even as a fixer, her temper remains. Only difference is now she’s not likely to get physical with people like she used to. Not that she doesn’t want to, but having the chip removed from her brain left her with too many coordination and physical problems for her to be able to hold her ground properly. 

“Santiago? Kill him. Just don’t make a mess.”

#malgatillo #( &. v: the best fixer in night city [ NON-V AU ]. )

[urodyne]

@malgatillo​ asked:  ❛  would  it  be  alright  if  i  borrowed  this ?   i  can’t  find  my  shirt .  ❜ //  𝑫𝑨𝑾𝑵 - 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 .  

      “𝐇𝐮𝐡-?”

     𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  that left his head a mess, taking a moment to process he was even talking to him in the first place. A miracle alone he made it out of bed, capable of stumbling to the kitchen to try and make  coffee, as if it would help his situation at all. He’d still feel like shit, the hammering still present in his head, and probably would be for some time.

      “Yeah kid, knock yourself out. Probably wouldn’t have even noticed if you took it in the first place, unless, I don’t know, you wore it back here- returned it- whatever.” 

     He turned to face him then, back pressed to the countertop as the cup was raised to his lips for a drink. Black as tar, and surely something that he’d regret drinking later. The shirt fit him, hell, probably looked even better on him than it did on himself, but the thought was cast aside as wandering eyes met his gaze over the porcelain rim of his mug between sips.

      “You could hang out y’know, don’t always gotta run off so soon...”

#malgatillo #finally replying to ask memes after so long sobs. #hands this your way. #it can be whichever ur in the mood for since we talked about stuff. #Ask. #ask meme. #ty for bein patient with me.

[songled]

❝ i’ll kill anyone who gets in my way. you included. ❞ // cbp vaas

Corora wasn't sure this was a situation she could slug her way out of. Red wrapped around her vision as he spoke. It was red like blood on white tiles. The color you'd never be able to wash away. She knew the type. Fought the type, hated the type. "Listen," She offered softly, trying to back up slowly like she might wake some sleeping tiger.

"I just wanna get outta here, y'know? Just wanna, go on home." Her eyes stayed on him though, every moment that she stood in that alley, she kept her eyes on him. And those eyes were recording, the BD implant still functional. Evelyn had her try it out, after all.

She didn't know this guy, he'd never made an appearance at The Grind, not that she remembered. And she was pretty sure she'd remember eyes like those.

"If you're looking for a fight, you found the wrong girl." Liar. She was waiting for him to make the wrong move and he surely would, if he was willing to threaten her. She slipped four taser rings onto her fingers (one on both middle and ring fingers respectively) under the sleeves of her pale yellow sweater. “Whaddya say to just letting me get home?”

#alone (unplugged); cyberpunk #malgatillo #//hi i'm very excited

[merchantofwhispers]

@malgatillo | Plotted starter

Everything seemed so quiet in the aftermath. Smoke rose from the ship, rowboats floated off into the sea while others were left upon the shore as useless wrecks of wood and steel. A few of her own laid dead joined by several of their attackers, the blood crawling across the sandy beach to christen their little warzone. Gemina lay against a rock while staring out at the carnage. She’d been shot several times and had yet to recuperate her energy to find her feet once she’d collapsed in the midst of the skirmish. “Fuck.” She finally snarled while crawling onto her feet, dark blood seeping from her wounds. 

Ahead of her she could see others beginning to move. Gemina kicked the sand beneath her rolled her shoulders, feeling the bullets move inside her. “This is not quite the welcome we were promised.” She commented with the vague knowledge that someone was moving beside her. "Bloody fucking hell, I retired to--.. Cinead! Where in the hell are you?!” Her calls were met with nothing more than the ambiance of the jungle and the rustling of those that had survived the firing squad and the rush. “What in the fucking hell just happened?!” Gemina snapped in agitation, snarling in the direction of the pirate nearest to her without a care for how inhuman she looked in the moment. 

#malgatillo #c; Gemina #v; main #c; Cinead #/the reality of what's happened has to hit her #also i sincerely hope this is okay #mstarters are NOT my strong suit xD #i can change it if need be <3

[rotttnapple]

@malgatillo (Cont.)

“No, no, nothing about land scurvy. You’ve been doing fine with the land scurvy.”

Charley hadn’t expected to be nervous. He wasn’t nervous when he had done this to Santiago - it had been painful, after, but Charley didn’t dwell on it. Santiago had a right to be angry, even if what he had done was for the best. Maybe it was little selfish, but Charley didn’t want to lose more people than he had to - not to predators, or natural death, and certainly not to Jason Brody and his fucking machete. 

 Vaas was important. Important to the island. Without Vaas, Rook would fall into Citra’s hands and everything would go to hell. He needed to do this, and he would have to do it alone. He’d considered asking Tiago if he would help, but the man wasn’t much for expressing emotions, and Charley doubted he’d ever sucked up to anyone in his life. Tiago gave off the impression that he had come from the womb as a fully grown adult, complete with scowl and spider tattoo. Charley leaned on a large wooden box, taking the weight off his bad leg. 

He had to be cautious. He had to choose his words with care. 

“Vaas...you are, and will die as, a king. Ruler of the islands, feared and respected by everyone. The Rakyat are so afraid of you that they’ve rallied behind an annoying white boy from California, they’re too weak to face you themselves, so they’re hoping their sacrificial lamb will be stupid enough to try it for them.” Charley began, pushing down his own insecurities and nervous fears as he looked up at the chaotic pirate lord. “But have you ever thought of becoming a God?”

His heart was beating too fast, but he continued: “Have you ever thought of becoming...unstoppable? So feared that not even death dare touch you?”

#;Charley #v; Far Cry (Vaas) #malgatillo #mmm charley you're playing a dangerous game there #real dangerous

[screenviolense]

@malgatillo​ sent: [ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else. // vaas to liza

            she probably should have been begging for her life by now or at least crying, but maybe she was just so tired of this back and forth hot and cold with  him. if she had to guess, he was just bored and maybe he’d finally put her out of her misery but then he’d still be bored and have to go to the trouble of finding someone else to bother.

           so she merely drew her lips into a thin line and gave him the most weary look she could muster. ‘ losing track of your thoughts? ‘

#✦ LIZA S. * IC i've been waiting for this forever. and now you're leaving me #✦ LIZA S. * V.001 i've been waiting for this forever. and now you're leaving me #malgatillo

[thatonesakudere]

It's the last place he can think to check, but maybe it should have been one of the first considering how much time his brother spends at this corpo's apartment. Santiago taps a knuckle against the door. Maybe Vaas will be inside. He just hopes the man isn't in the middle of some fun time with the corpo woman. Finally, the door comes open. Santo straightens up and gazes into the apartment, "Vaas is here? There is important things we must do." // for mayu or anyone (ily)

@badtrigger

A spark of irritation flicks in her mind at the knocking before turns into one of curiosity — considering both the bastard of a gangsta and her bimbo bestie would have simply burst through the door (Cyn has a key and Vaas is.. Vaas), it can't be either. Her coworkers wouldn't dare to harass her during a weekend without a notice, and that does not leave many people on the list.

Perhaps her parents? No, she'd have heard their complaints by now-- Leiko too would have been louder, pounding her cybernetic arms against the expensive metal, or shouting something about alcohol and poker.

Who then?

Sighing, the corpo pauses her movie and slips out of the comfort of her bed, wrapping a silky robe around herself while she makes her way towards the front door; Hannya already at her feet, joining her owner in the investigation of the mysterious guest.

Sadly, the reality turns out to be quite dull.

The not-so-mysterious-man's name is on the tip of Mayu's tongue when she opens her door to see his hulking frame; he's one of Vaas', and the corpo remembers this particular pirata mostly because he's not annoying.

Oh, and Cyn seems to have taken a liking to him.

"No, Vaas is not here." the woman clicks her tongue and scoops up the hissing Hannya from the floor. "Shocker, I know — with how much time he spends at my place, I ought to start charging him eddies." Especially for all the missing food and cigarettes. "Is he missing?" meticulously shaped eyebrows rise in question as Mayu steps aside in a silent invite. She doesn't really care, not truly, but the fact that Vaas is nowhere to be found piques her interest; not to mention those 'important things'.

"I could help, y'know."

#[♡mayu♡] #[♡au: cp2077♡] #[♡reply♡] #badtrigger #malgatillo #//she's scheming hehe #//Mayu's help.. but at what price?

[cyberpawn-arc]

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

Force My Muse to Spill Their Secrets

Sepember 10th 2060

Hi diary!!! It is Vale!! My birthday is only three months way and I'm so exited for my birthday because my birthday is a preem time of year and Papa makes a cake for me and it has icing and sprinkles and candles my cake is gonna have six candles on it this year because that is one more candle than last year because last year I was five but

SURPRIZE!

IM GUNNA BE SIX!

Today was not fun because Papa got called a mean word today when we went to the park. he got called a sibersykico whatever that means he looked real sad after he got called it

:C <--- his face looked like that

my Papa isn't a sibersykico that's a mean word

my Papa is nice

I hope Papa gets me birthday presents i like those

I hope Papa gets better

My birthday cuz im turning six is gonna be good cuz Papa is there

C: <--- my face looks like this now

#BAB YB ABYBYABABYY #badtrigger #malgatillo

[streetknown-a]

@malgatillo​: finding Vera standing at the clubhouse's back exit, the pirata leans against the railing next to her. the moon is high in the sky but Night City's light pollution makes it difficult to see. Vaas doesn't know if it's the drug coursing through him or if it's the day's natural heat but he's sweating profusely and turning to lean his elbows against the railing like he might pass out, "i swear to god, man, im gonna fucking croak in this heat. fuck," he murmurs into his hand and then lifts his head to look at Vera. "you wanna go hop a mansion wall in north oak and crash their pool?"

funny enough, Vera ended up stepping out of the clubhouse because it was too fucking hot and stuffy in there. feels almost the exact same way out here, though. at least it’s more open out here and the terrible smell of BO isn’t making her dizzy. she wasn’t expecting Vaas to come out, too. he seemed to be having a lot of fun in there with the crowd of cheap joy toys him and the others picked up off Jig-Jig street. not like she minds having him out here with her-- so long as he doesn’t try to start shit with her or get into her pants again.

“yeah, ‘s pretty fuckin’ bad. even dressed like a slut, i’m hot as fuck.” too hot to even enjoy a proper smoke. she rubs at the back of her neck before looking over at him with a raised brow, an excited little smile forming on her (surprisingly) unpainted lips. “i’d love to. gonna have to beat the fuck out of the owners though-- feel like everyone’s takin’ a dip in their pool right now.”

#malgatillo #v. young dumb and filled with bad choices [ PRE - CHIP ].

[streetknown-moved]

@malgatillo​ asked: ❝ what the hell are you doing in here? ❞ // vaas

Yeah, ever since Vera became a liar in Vaas’ eyes, she hasn’t returned to the territory of Los Piratas. She knows they all are keeping their ears out for any word of her, knows Vaas most likely wants her dead or at least tied up and beaten so he can interrogate her, but that interrogation won’t mean shit because he won’t believe a word that comes out of her mouth anyway. In his psychotic fuckin’ mind, she’s run off with the Arasaka goods. Betrayed and backstabbed him and his gang even after he spared her after she stole from them and after he assisted her in getting her street rep out there by giving her jobs. Yeah, she’d be pissed too, she gets it, but fuck, she wishes she could at least have Vaas hear her out. Even with her relationship with Santiago, she knows that doesn’t give her any leverage. Vaas will believe what he wants to believe and that’s the end of that story. 

A job taken up by Wakako has led her to the streets of Pirata territory today, and though she’s much more incognito than she normally is with all black and long sleeves, it’s just her fucking luck that Vaas Montenegro spots her because of course he does. Should have said no to the job, but no one says no to Wakako. Not any serious merc, at least. “What am I doin’ on the fuckin’ street? Working. Tryin’ to get enough eddies to save my fuckin’ life from the chip lodged into my skull.” It’s Johnny’s first time seeing Vaas. He’s not impressed. Her jaw tenses and glowing blues briefly dart around for an escape way. She doesn’t want a fight to start against her when she’s balls deep in Pirata territory, but-- it’s probably inevitable. Neon purple mantis blades expose themselves, showing that she won’t cower down. “Vaas-- please, for fuck’s sake, hear me out. We’re fuckin’ friends, ain’t we? Why the hell would I backstab you?” She’s probably wasting her breath, but at least she’s trying.

#malgatillo #VAAS PLS #( &. v: walkin' talkin' corpses [ MAIN ]. )

[poisonpicked]

@malgatillo gets vera!  

los piratas. v had only heard rumors of this gang (and seen the destruction left in their wake). it was their leader, vaas, she had heard the most about — again mostly rumors or clips she’d pick up from the cnpd radios. massive mantis blades, possible early onset of cyberpsychosis. that’s who she just had to stumble across in this old warehouse. 

out of all the fucking warehouses in the city. 

she quickly ducks down behind a large crate and reloads her gun, trying to listen for and track the sounds of shots and gun fire and slashing around her to pinpoint everyone’s location. it’s nearly impossible, with the sounds bouncing off the walls and echoing around. gun reloaded, she takes a deep breath and looks around. maybe she should just dip. she had the chip secured in her jacket pocket. that’s all the came for. 

well, that and the alleged drawer in the office here that allegedly had keys to the owner’s car collection. she didn’t care much for the collection itself (though there was perhaps some money to be had there). she cared about the custom motorcycle she had seen him driving around on. that more of a personal objective though, one that could be abandoned, but one she really didn’t want to. 

she decides to take the risk, darting out from behind the crate and running to the metal stairs that would lead to the office on the platform overlooking the warehouse floor.

#malgatillo #( vera welles — ic ) #( verse — cyberpunk 2077 )

[songled]

“everyone knows who i am.” // vaas

When she wasn’t in the ring, Corora could’ve almost, forgotten. Regulars chatted her up, they looked at her like she was a bartender, or waitress, wandering the bar. Corora kept her mouth shut, now anyway. She smiled and played along. It was like a well rehearsed play. She could do that.

She was strong because she could adapt quickly. She was strong because she would survive. And one day she’d rip his eyes out. She need only wait.

Corora had felt Demetrius's eyes from across the bar. She moved, a passing look over at the door as she made a beeline for the restricted access. She wanted to be the hell away from these people until her next bout.

“Corora.” He called her name with an easy smile, a motion for her to approach. There was someone beside him, his eyes were a ruby red, like blood diamonds in hollow sockets. Corora twitched at bit but stayed put.

“Corora.” He didn’t exactly raise his voice, as much as put a subtle threat behind her name. If she wanted to stay Corora... She wanted desperately to ignore him but she couldn’t.

Fine. But she wouldn’t play nice.

The woman turned on her heels and approached with about as much enthusiasm as a cat approaching a new puppy.

“Perfect, now then this is-” The man with red eyes interrupted Demetrius and Corora stuttered in her step toward them. Demetrius smiled coolly as the stranger spoke- his words stained maroon with little droplets of a crimson mixing like watercolors on his lips. Corora glanced over his scar, over his self assured smile. Like she was gonna prove him right.

“Can’t say I know you, mister. I’m Corora.” She stuck out a hand to him, standing as tall as she could, barefoot and 5′2. There was blood on her pink crop sweater, hanging off her shoulders.

#alone (unplugged); cyberpunk #malgatillo; vaas

[screenviolense-a]

          it was rare that she ever left home, given how nervous being out in public made her, but even extreme hermits needed to eat. maybe if she had turned on the radio, she would have known what would be waiting just around the corner.

         her grocery bag full of snacks and other unhealthy crap was held tightly as she approached, keeping her sunglasses on in hopes she could walk by without being bothered.

@malgatillo​ / starter call.

#sorry if this is lame i don't write ren very much #r.e.n. / ic. #r.e.n. / v.001. #malgatillo